Help!
My home is being invaded by not just a roach or two but a frog and a live bird!
How would you feel if you were just sleeping away and all of a sudden you feel a light thud on your back?
I jumped up immediately and looked on the bed. There lies a green tree frog.
Holy crap.
Luckily, I have my resident bug killer and murderer of all things icky with me. As the little Kermit continues hopping to my bedside table, my helper grabs the froggie and throws him outside. Phew!
Oh, and that's not it.
See, this is all the fault of my cat, Hobbes. No, he's not the killer of bugs. That role is filled by my boyfriend.
Hobbes is the partial killer of woodland creatures. The fiesty feline is truly evil.
You see, the birds in the yard have no chance.
My next door neighbor has a bird feeder. Hobbes stalks the birds at the feeder. It's just not fair. But, oh well.
That's not all.
He is so proud of his captures that he likes to bring them inside my home through the cat door. At first, I'd come home from work to find a dead bird or mouse in the middle of my living room floor.
Like Hobbes is bringing his prize catch home to me. Such a showoff.
Now, he's bringing them home not even dead --  or nearly dead.
I come home from work last week and there's a bird flying around my house. Feathers everywhere.
Luckily my landlord was able to catch him in a shoebox and let him fly free outside.
I've just about had it with all this bringing the outside in.
Ugh!